I might try that one, juliana. It seems to be a love it or hate it place, based on the reviews.
Ultimately, it's not about the sauce. It's about how the meat is cooked. With what I think of as real barbecue, the sauce is on the side.
Yep. (Well, sometimes you mix a leeetle sauce with the pulled pork before serving.)
I just talked to my mom. My nephew wants to be a pirate for Halloween!
I'm so proud.
She's taking him to get a costume tomorrow.
Yep yep yep. It's smoked, and it's sloooow, and if the only thing that makes it barbecue comes out of a bottle, then it isn't.
Where are all the peoples? You're all watching and talking about TV that I won't have time for until Thanksgiving, aren't you?
I'm watching and
not
talking about TV you won't have time for until Thanksgiving.
With what I think of as real barbecue, the sauce is on the side.
That's how it works in my head.
Allyson, that's awesome! Mine probably wants to be a transformer.
And goddamnit. Devi puked again and has diarrhea AND it happened once outside the box just before she urped. Vet tommorrow, first thing. It's freaking me out. She's my babycat.
Aw, poor Devi! And poor you.
Ultimately, it's not about the sauce. It's about how the meat is cooked. With what I think of as real barbecue, the sauce is on the side.
I'd argue that it's a combo of sauce (or seasoning in the case of dry rubs) and cooking. Though the bland tasteless might-as-well-have-been-boiled ribs in Milwaukee fail to qualify on both counts.
At least the eastern half of Arkansas should be in the black with the Southern states. I've not had barbecue west of Little Rock, but from there east it's indistingushable from the Tennessee variety.
Poor Devi, and poor Sarameg.
My dinner plans people have the flu, so it's going to be another Exciting evening in the life of Lee.
Whee.